There was once an accordion
Player who never went to war.
His mother said I know all you
Wanna do is play, but can’t you
See what’s going on?

It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore.
And so he stayed and played at
Home until they burned it down.
And when he had no bench to sit
On he would just sit on the
Ground. And when he held his
Wounded friend in his arms and
Death
Was all around.
He said,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore,
It’s not about you anymore.

Oh, mother, I could die a hero and
Bring glory to our home.
And what would you do in a house
Full of glory if you had
To live there alone, live there
Alone, live there alone…

So I’d rather play this song. I want
To die playing, I want to die
Playing…